“ t. ill never get any meat t;i settled myself in tree and ed again. time i ermined to s t game i saw.

“t le open place. all around it trees.

“after a long ily out of t afraid at all. to t, and ttle of it.

“t eacepped over and stood beside tood toget t. t.

i just sat t til t of tree and came home.”

laura s them! “

mary said, “e can eat bread and butter.”

pa lifted mary up out of ogether.

“youre my good girls,“ ;and nos bedtime. run along, w my fiddle.”

ucked snugly under trundle beds covers, pa ting in t t need its ligly in ting needles flas above tting.

ter evenings of firelight and music had come again. pas fiddle walled while pa was singing:

o you cry for me, im going to cal-i-for-ni-a, t for to see.”

to play again t old grimes. but sing t. pas strong, s voice ly singing:

“sance be forgot, and never brougo mind? sance be forgot, and tance be forgot, and the days of auld lang syne?”

opped singing laura called out softly, “ are days of auld lang syne, pa?”

“time ago, laura,“ pa said. “go to sleep, now.

but laura lay atle o pas fiddle softly playing and to t pa sitting on t gleaming on ening on t ma, gently rocking and knitting.

s to ;this is now.”

s t and t be forgotten, s, because no can never be a long time ago.